Chapter 671: Chapter 674: Princess Miaoshan [2nd Update, Please Subscribe]
Damn. They were all dead, cleaned out completely.
But was the matter over?
Of course not.
Wu Tian looked at Si’er and said, "I have two things for you to do."
His tone carried the authority of one who had dominated an era, brimming with an overbearing aura. Even though Si’er was a Queen, in his eyes, she was merely his disciple.
Seeing Wu Tian’s solemn face, Si’er also became serious. "Sect Leader, please sit down," she said respectfully.
"First, clean up the bodies. And get me a new room." Wu Tian spoke each word distinctly. This first condition wasn’t particularly demanding; he only mentioned it casually, as he preferred a cleaner space.
Si’er nodded and agreed. Even if Wu Tian hadn’t said anything, she would have done it anyway. Everything she had today was a gift from her Sect Leader, and she also hoped he would have a more comfortable place to stay.
Wu Tian nodded, his gaze turning as cold and sharp as ice, as if it could extinguish the blazing sun. "I want you to investigate who gave Yuhan’s portrait to that damn Crown Prince."
"Yes," Si’er replied firmly.
At this moment, she didn’t seem like a child. She carried herself like a Queen, shouldering responsibility so as not to bring shame upon Wu Tian.
Wu Tian nodded, then prepared to escort Qin Yuhan and the little one back.
After walking Qin Yuhan to the entrance of her loft, he suddenly caught a scent and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you making a midnight snack?"
"Yes," Qin Yuhan nodded, her smile more radiant and enchanting than the bright moon.
Wu Tian had found her cooking unpalatable, but she refused to give up. She practiced again and again, determined that one day, he would have no choice but to acknowledge her culinary skills.
Wu Tian nodded. Just a single whiff was enough for him to know the midnight snack was burnt. From the smell, he could tell she was braising chicken legs. Unfortunately, burnt chicken legs were not very appetizing.
Still, Wu Tian was pleased by her willingness to work hard.
"Thank you for walking me back." After some thought, Qin Yuhan hesitated before continuing, "I’m... I’m a little scared sleeping alone."
As she said this, her beautiful face flushed red with shyness.
To be honest, in all her life, this was the first time she had ever taken such initiative. Her heart fluttered with a mixture of shyness, fear, and anticipation.
"Scared of sleeping alone?" Hearing this, Wu Tian thought for a moment and said, "In that case, the little one won’t go to her own loft tonight. She can stay and keep you company."
Wu Tian’s face was completely serious.
"..." Qin Yuhan was stunned for a long moment before she replied irritably, "Heh, fine. I’ll go sleep with the little one. You can sleep by yourself."
You can’t even understand what that means? Calling you a block of wood is a compliment!
Wu Tian was also taken aback. A particular phrase popped into his head: Love is like a clear blue sky... right before a sudden thunderstorm!
Yes, that was exactly what he thought of at that moment.
Did I do something wrong? As far as I can tell, absolutely not. So what’s the deal with Qin Yuhan? She was fine just a moment ago. Why is she suddenly so angry?
Wu Tian simply could not understand.
"What’s wrong?" he asked after a moment’s thought.
"Figure it out yourself."
With that, Qin Yuhan huffed, turned, and entered the loft with the little one in her arms.
"What... What in the world is going on?" Wu Tian shook his head, completely bewildered.
No matter how I think about it, it just doesn’t make any sense. Forget it. I’ll just continue my search for the Heavenly Eye in the Divine Temple. Now, where could Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye be?
Meanwhile, in an Immortal Dynasty far from the Xiuyuan Realm, white birds circled and tens of thousands knelt in worship. The dynasty was a radiant kingdom, shrouded in light.
Inside the Immortal Dynasty was a palace, and in that palace lived an eighteen-year-old girl. She was dressed in a snow-white robe. Perhaps due to her loveliness, birds often perched on her shoulders. Even venomous serpents abandoned their fierce nature by her side, becoming unexpectedly docile.
Her beauty was unparalleled in the Immortal Dynasty.
At that moment, she was chanting. She exhaled a fragrance like orchids as her lips recited the Buddhist Scriptures. Her spirit was so deeply immersed that even the animals nearby were influenced by her presence.
Beside her, a young boy and girl each held a large feather fan, gently fanning her.
This chanting woman was none other than the third princess of the Wudong Immortal Dynasty.
King Wudong had three daughters. The eldest and second were happily married off, but the third was a problem. King Wudong had arranged for many talented young men to marry her, but they all mysteriously died the day before the wedding.
They were not poisoned.
Nor were they murdered.
They simply died of old age.
The matter was utterly incomprehensible.
Over time, King Wudong came to believe his daughter was a walking disaster and grew distant from her. And so, she spent her days chanting scriptures in her chambers.
Her name was Miaoshan.
She was kind-hearted, yet her father, King Wudong, despised her. The common people, however, adored her, calling her Princess Miaoshan.
Finally, Miaoshan finished chanting her scriptures and slowly rose.
"Why...?" she sighed suddenly, a trace of sorrow clouding her lovely face. "Why is this happening?"
She wished for her father’s love, but he detested her. She bore no grudge against those young men, yet because they sought to marry her, they died inexplicable deaths.
Am I the incarnation of some demon?
"Princess, don’t worry. One day, you will find a man who loves you," said the page boy, Jin Zhi.
The page girl, Mulan, added, "That’s right, Princess. You must believe that a happy future awaits."
Princess Miaoshan knew they were too young to understand, but their words were well-intentioned. "I’m not talking about marriage," she said. "Whether I find a partner or not is no longer important to me. I just want to understand what went wrong. Why is this my fate?"
Any man who wished to marry her would die, dooming her to a life of solitude—a calamitous star.
Aside from the Buddhist Scriptures, she seemed to have no other interests. The scriptures themselves gave her a strange sense of familiarity.
I have to get to the bottom of this.
Just then, a mirror in her chambers suddenly began to glow.
It was a Spatial Mirror, an artifact used to contact people in distant places.
Jin Zhi went to look and immediately called out, "Third Princess, it is Master Li the Fortune Teller who seeks you."
"Him?" Miaoshan nodded slightly and murmured to herself, "I wonder why he’s contacting me all of a sudden."
Once, King Wudong had taken her to the Shen Xiang Sect to have someone read her fortune. He wanted to know if there was something wrong with her face! Why else would she bring such a curse upon her would-be husbands?
That trip to the Shen Xiang Sect had yielded nothing. However, for reasons unknown, Miaoshan and Master Li the Fortune Teller felt a fateful connection and became friends.
Miaoshan walked as if stepping on lotuses. With each step, a lotus flower would bloom where her foot had been, only to quickly disappear.
This phenomenon was hailed by some as a miracle and condemned by others as an ill omen.
"Master Li the Fortune Teller," Miaoshan said serenely as she stood before the Spatial Mirror. "You’ve contacted me so suddenly. Is something the matter?"
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